A Collection of poems written upon several occasions by several persons with many additions, never before in print.

The Platonick.

FAIR Octavia, you are much too bla•• To blow the fire, and wonder at the I did converse, 'tis true, so far was mine; But that I lov'd, and hop'd, was wholly thine; Not hop'd, as others do, for a return, But that I might without offending burn. I thought those eyes which every hour Could not remember all the wounds they Forgotten in the crowd I wisht to lie, And of your coldness, not your anger, die; Yet since you know I love, 'tis now no time Longer to hide, let me excuse the crime;

Seeing what laws I to my passion give, Perhaps you may consent that it should live, First, it never shall a hope advance Of waiting on you, but by seeming chance, I at a distance will adore your eyes, As awful Persians do the Eastern Skies, I never will presume to think of Sex, Norwith gross thoughts my deathless love perplex I tread a pleasant path without design; And to thy care my happiness resign, From Heaven it self thy beauty cannot be A freer gift then is my love to thee.